She was no paler than usual--that was scarcely possible--but her skin looked transparent, pulses were evident all over her face and her little neck.
"You don't mean he's gone with-- ?" gasped Fanny.
Suddenly Eva raised herself with a convulsive jerk from the floor to her feet.

She stood quite still.

"Yes, he has gone," she said, and all the passion was gone from her voice, which was much more terrible in its calm.
"You don't mean with-- ?" "Yes; he has gone with Aggie." Eva spoke in a voice like a deaf-mute's, quite free from inflections.

There was something dreadful about her rigid attitude.

Little Amabel looked at her mother's eyes, then cowered down and began to cry aloud.